Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.